A truly terrible thing— I'd rather not go through it again myself. [says he who just watched jack endure it until he came crashing into him, good god could oswald ever do without the heart attack of either.
still though, he brushes his fingers over the edge of jack's braid and slowly... slowly starts winding it around his hand (like a leash, jack, run while you still can), golden thread around a spindle, talking all the while:]
Though I've a feeling I won't be the one who needs to be taken care of here. [not at first. it's not a yes, not a no, just nothing. and then after a moment - halfway up, he lets his hand slide out from under his plait, watching it unfurl - he continues in his head, i won't be needing it, surviving is something i've been doing since...
a very long time ago. taking lacie away from their parents and living on the streets before the baskervilles took them in taught him more than he'd like about surviving.
it's why he leaves that hanging and slips his hand up to pass over jack's cheek again and push hair over his ear, touch warm (oswald the furnace) and lingering.]
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still though, he brushes his fingers over the edge of jack's braid and slowly... slowly starts winding it around his hand (like a leash, jack, run while you still can), golden thread around a spindle, talking all the while:]
Though I've a feeling I won't be the one who needs to be taken care of here. [not at first. it's not a yes, not a no, just nothing. and then after a moment - halfway up, he lets his hand slide out from under his plait, watching it unfurl - he continues in his head, i won't be needing it, surviving is something i've been doing since...
a very long time ago. taking lacie away from their parents and living on the streets before the baskervilles took them in taught him more than he'd like about surviving.
it's why he leaves that hanging and slips his hand up to pass over jack's cheek again and push hair over his ear, touch warm (oswald the furnace) and lingering.]